A hundred thousand feet apart,
But all it took was once glance.
To feel butterflies inside my stomach
And wish you to be in the church entrance.
Solitude devoured me, until you joined the crowd.
I look at your eyes like it's a glowing ember.
With crystal powder floating in the air
Feels like I'm enchanted, conjured, and kissed
By Gods from my roots to my upper limbs.
I adore your smile, and the language you speak.
Your mouth is wonderful and pure bliss
I asked, "How would it feel like when we kiss?"
And continued to love you in my dreams.
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Author:
Jemjem (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 1st, 2022 02:45
- Comment from author about the poem: The first poem of my "Simp Collection."
- Category: Love
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Comments1
have you ever looked up the original acronym
for that seemingly harmless word
'SIMP'
(the modern version, not that
watered down simplified one)
do you realise how
its very existence, Exemplifies
how much we degrade
the female population, even
in our so-called progressive
modernity?..
(I'm not trying to preach
please forgive me
if that's how it sounds
I'm just an old fashioned, fool
that feels, we need to be aware
of what our words, really mean
so we can use them knowingly..)
thanks for sharing
Hiii, yes thank you for pointing this out. I've search thoroughly about the usage of the word "SIMP" and the results were quite the same: a person (specifically men) who would do everything for someone. And it's also derogatory (as my friends have said).
However, I would also like to cotinue to use that word as the title of my poem collection for it describes the whole point of my collection piece. This was written in my personal point of view and I don't intend to publish it to be directed towards any person. I apologize for letting you misunderstand my intentions in using that word.
Good evening and thank you for stopping by!
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